Diana Richardson (nee Baird), 1932-2016

Tribute written by Elizabeth Richardson for the Museum of Communication, Burntisland, on 10 July 2016 and published in their newsletter, Nov. 2016

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Diana Richardson was a wonderful wife and mum. She was also John Logie Baird's daughter. Born in Hampstead in 1932, Diana moved to Sydenham where she spent the pre-war years living happily with her father, mother (Margaret Cecilia Baird – an accomplished concert pianist) and her brother Malcolm who was born in 1935. Sadly he was celebrating his birthday on the day Diana died, 2 July 2016.

During the war the family moved to Bude in Cornwall where my mum and Malcolm attended the evacuated Sandown School, which is now a hotel, but was then a boarding school, overlooking my mum's beloved Crooklets Beach. Mum's favourite place of all was the breakwater but she also loved Duckpool (Coombe Valley) where the family would go when her Mum could get petrol for the car. My Mum loved walking along the beach with her father – as she often said – because they could walk at their own pace. His magnifying glass is probably her most treasured possession.

After the war the family moved to Bexhill-on-Sea. This was a sad time because JLB was in poor health and suffered at least one stroke during that time. He died in his sleep on 14 June 1946 and my mum has waited 70 years to be reunited with him. Diana and Malcolm moved to Helensburgh in 1947 where they lived in the family home, "The Lodge", with Aunt Annie and her housekeeper Margaret Scott. After leaving school, Mum went to Glasgow University to study English and it was there that she met my Dad, Norman, both going on to Jordanhill to train as teachers after getting their degrees. Mum and Dad were perfect for each other and have given me, my brothers David and John and my children William and Katie all a fantastic start in life. John's son, Alex, holds a particularly special place in my mum's heart and he wrote a beautiful poem about her which was read at her funeral. It summed up all that she had meant to him in a few lines that captured her perfectly.

My Mum put her energies and priority into our family but she was immensely proud of her father's achievements. She was understated but remarkable in so many ways, for example translating Agatha Christie's "Death on the Nile" into Esperanto over a 5 year period, writing excellent one act plays and, in the last couple of months, completing a beautiful tapestry.

Mum didn't ever seek the limelight and gave interviews only to help her father's achievements be recognised. She took these things in her stride and played down their importance: when I lived in Edinburgh my family connections only emerged after a decade there because a Belgian TV company film crew walked down the street to my house with boom and camera to meet my Mum! The irony is that my parents never even had a TV until I was 7 and only then because my Dad's parents had bought a new one and offered their's to us. In the age of colour TV, BBC 2 and STV, we could only get BBC 1!

The Museum of Communication meant a lot to my Mum and my parents have enjoyed every visit to your meetings and AGMs. The work you are doing there to highlight all aspects of early forms of communication and the ground breaking achievements of individuals, like my grandfather, is crucial. It is valued greatly by families like us who are fortunate enough to have had inventors or pioneers amongst our number.

My Mum died suddenly last Saturday having spoken to my Dad some 90 minutes earlier from Monklands Hospital where she had been admitted overnight. She left us without a fanfare, just as she had lived and is now with God, her beloved father John Logie Baird and, we hope, a huge assortment of the various cats she's had over the years!

Diana took an immense interest in the Museum's portrayal of television history, in particular her father's work.


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